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The moon is pale and again she finds herself alone. The stars glitter, the same ones she is so used to. She leans on the marble balcony and feels the breeze. The ground is far away and it spins, making her a little nauseated. The sky seems closer, so she reaches up to touch it. The witch is gone for the night, hiding in some lair deep in the forest. The girl walks across her prison and drags her delicate hands across the walls; made to depict a Greek epic she has never gotten the chance to learn. She feels no hidden door around the flaming chariot or beneath a mysterious three-headed dog. She has waited for so long. She has waited for the

The darkness is penetrated by orange Everything is so quiet But I can hear rumbling in the distance The sidewalk stretches Into the sky No one walks it Should I? The trees are black And have no detail I step foward The wind blows The fireflies blink The moon is large And casts silvery light I sit down Maybe later I will go walking And dispel the illusion of night